Chapter Thirteen: Time To Heal
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I wanna let go all the pain
I felt so long
Erase all the pain till its gone
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
Like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I wanted
All along
Somewhere I belong..." – Linkin Park 'Somewhere I Belong'
There was a small rustle in the brush that interrupted the laughing of the stream, Rochwen tensed with all senses ready, her hand going to the sword hilt at her side. Unsheathing her weapon, the sentry commander slowly began to search the clearing for hidden dangers.
There was sudden hand on her shoulder, and Rochwen spun 'round and the sharp edge of her blade rested against Legolas' neck.
"Don't do that!" Rochwen said letting out an annoyed breath.
"Sorry." He apologized as she replaced her sword in its sheath.
Rochwen was a tall slender maid, as all elven women were. Her long red hair was braided back from her pale faced showing dark green eyes that seemed to have a life of their own. She had come from a village near Lothlórien, her mother had gone to the Halls of Waiting when she was and infant and after marauding orcs killed her father she was taken to her nearest kin north of the Misty Mountains. Rochwen had always been head strong and skillful in the warring arts, traits that her uncle and two cousins had found irrelevant for a woman. Treated as a servant rather then a relative by the three men, her short temper had earned her many beatings from them. Refusing to be nothing more then a slave, Rochwen took the sword that had been her father's and was now her's and ran away, still a young girl. The Shadow People had found her and Legolas in that same year, and they were the only two in the camp that were nearly the same age, and the two of them had grown up together.
"What are you doing out this late?" She asked the other elf, her ire was up more for many of the her guards were sick from the jump in the icy water from when they had made their exsape, and had not had much time to rest.
"You looked tired going out tonight, I thought to relive to so you get some sleep." He answered innocently.
"Thanks," She said, for now she was too tired to argue with him and she was glad to have the break, "You're a prince."
Legolas watched her turn and leave through the brambles; the stream continued her sweet, dulcet, melody. Absentmindedly the elf sat a dangled his left hand and wrist in the cool water. The stream's water washed over the abrasion, numbing his flesh and bringing him some reprieve.
As thee current swayed, his fingers brushed over something. Impulsively he looked to see what it was, it felt sooth like a river stone but there was a large hole in its center. The moon's light reflected off in a silver reflection, and he pulled from the bank a silver loop.
There was a familiar squeeze at his heart, but its contraction didn't leave the same ache. Whimsically Legolas wondered if Rochwen knew she was close to the truth. But that idle thought was disregarded, that boy died a long time ago.
The stars sank back in their blue-black blanket of heaven, and soft humming started to swell.
Legolas looked up quickly, not because the stars were singing again, but because he knew the voice that singing. The soft melody was sung by a voice he had not heard for years, save his nightly demons.
Atarwen's voice flooded the glade, bringing memories the elf had long forgotten and the scars of his heart began to close.
The small ring he fingered, and he slipped over his finger, it now only fit on his small one. It was time.
These were his friends, these were his people, and it was time to face his fears like his people had.
TBC
One more chapter!!!
Maybe two, but I'm not sure, but the end is coming soon. It's been great to have such great readers as you.
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
What I thought was never real
I wanna let go all the pain
I felt so long
Erase all the pain till its gone
I wanna heal
I wanna feel
Like I'm close to something real
I wanna find something I wanted
All along
Somewhere I belong..." – Linkin Park 'Somewhere I Belong'
There was a small rustle in the brush that interrupted the laughing of the stream, Rochwen tensed with all senses ready, her hand going to the sword hilt at her side. Unsheathing her weapon, the sentry commander slowly began to search the clearing for hidden dangers.
There was sudden hand on her shoulder, and Rochwen spun 'round and the sharp edge of her blade rested against Legolas' neck.
"Don't do that!" Rochwen said letting out an annoyed breath.
"Sorry." He apologized as she replaced her sword in its sheath.
Rochwen was a tall slender maid, as all elven women were. Her long red hair was braided back from her pale faced showing dark green eyes that seemed to have a life of their own. She had come from a village near Lothlórien, her mother had gone to the Halls of Waiting when she was and infant and after marauding orcs killed her father she was taken to her nearest kin north of the Misty Mountains. Rochwen had always been head strong and skillful in the warring arts, traits that her uncle and two cousins had found irrelevant for a woman. Treated as a servant rather then a relative by the three men, her short temper had earned her many beatings from them. Refusing to be nothing more then a slave, Rochwen took the sword that had been her father's and was now her's and ran away, still a young girl. The Shadow People had found her and Legolas in that same year, and they were the only two in the camp that were nearly the same age, and the two of them had grown up together.
"What are you doing out this late?" She asked the other elf, her ire was up more for many of the her guards were sick from the jump in the icy water from when they had made their exsape, and had not had much time to rest.
"You looked tired going out tonight, I thought to relive to so you get some sleep." He answered innocently.
"Thanks," She said, for now she was too tired to argue with him and she was glad to have the break, "You're a prince."
Legolas watched her turn and leave through the brambles; the stream continued her sweet, dulcet, melody. Absentmindedly the elf sat a dangled his left hand and wrist in the cool water. The stream's water washed over the abrasion, numbing his flesh and bringing him some reprieve.
As thee current swayed, his fingers brushed over something. Impulsively he looked to see what it was, it felt sooth like a river stone but there was a large hole in its center. The moon's light reflected off in a silver reflection, and he pulled from the bank a silver loop.
There was a familiar squeeze at his heart, but its contraction didn't leave the same ache. Whimsically Legolas wondered if Rochwen knew she was close to the truth. But that idle thought was disregarded, that boy died a long time ago.
The stars sank back in their blue-black blanket of heaven, and soft humming started to swell.
Legolas looked up quickly, not because the stars were singing again, but because he knew the voice that singing. The soft melody was sung by a voice he had not heard for years, save his nightly demons.
Atarwen's voice flooded the glade, bringing memories the elf had long forgotten and the scars of his heart began to close.
The small ring he fingered, and he slipped over his finger, it now only fit on his small one. It was time.
These were his friends, these were his people, and it was time to face his fears like his people had.
TBC
One more chapter!!!
Maybe two, but I'm not sure, but the end is coming soon. It's been great to have such great readers as you.